| Holiday, O, A Holiday!
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| And the best one of the year
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| Dozing off underneath my sheets
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| While I cover both my ears
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| But if I wait for a holiday could it ever stop my fear?
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| To go away on a summer’s day never seemed so clear
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| Holiday, still so far away
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| Our republic on the beach
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| I can’t forget just how bad it gets
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| When I’m counting on my teeth
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| But if I wait for a holiday
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| Could it stop my fear?
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| To go away on a summer’s day
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| Never seemed so clear
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| A vegetarian since the invasion
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| She’d never seen the word BOMBS
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| She’d never seen the word BOMBS blown up To 96 point Futura
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| She’d never seen an AK
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| In a yellowy Day Glo display
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| A t-shirt so lovely it turned all the history books grey
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| I’ve got wheels, I’ve got cutter spray
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| And a healthy sense of worth
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| Half of me is the gasoline
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| But the other half’s the surf
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| So if I wait for a holiday could it stop my fear?
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| To go away on a summer’s day never seemed so clear |